Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I went out into the world as shop-boy at a fashionable boot-shop in the main street of the town. My master was a small, round man. He had a brown, rugged face, green teeth, and watery, mudcolored eyes. At first I thought he was blind, and to see if my supposition was correct, I made a grimace.<br><br>Don’t pull your face about! he said to me gently, but sternly. The thought that those dull eyes could see me was unpleasant, and I did not want to believe that this was the case. Was it not more than probable that he had guessed I was making grimaces? I told you not to pull your face about, he said again, hardly moving his thick lips.<br><br>Don’t scratch your hands, his dry whisper came to me, as it were, stealthily. You are serving in a first-class shop in the main street of the town, and you must not forget it. The door-boy ought to stand like a statue.<br><br>I did not know what a statue was, and I couldn’t help scratching my hands, which were covered with red pimples and sores, for they had been simply devoured by vermin.
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